. Maddalena di Francia; un dramma storico in quattro atti ... era di mettere nelle mani di signore o signora Murray. Il re- Qual è stata la forza dell'esercito inglese ? Messenger- circa trenta mila strongAt il mio giudizio migliore re- In quale direzione sono state marching? Messenger- ESSE PROCEDEVANO, da marce forzate, verso settentrione. Il Re al Messenger- si può ritirare. {Uscire il messenger.) Re James- Signore Murray, dare tu il alarmAnd Scozia chiamata alle armi. (Lord Murray dà l'allarme; soldati flocJc rapidamente infrom ogni direzione, pianto) alla guerra, alla guerra, ci portano sul buon re

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. Magdalene of France; an historical drama in four acts ... was to place it in the hands of either Lord or Lady Murray. The King— What was the strength of the English army ? Messenger— About thirty thousand strongAt my best judgment The King— In what direction were they marching? Messenger— They were marching, by forced marches, northward. The King to the Messenger— You may retire. {Exit the messenger.) King James— Lord Murray, give thou the alarmAnd call Scotland to arms. (Lord Murray gives the alarm; soldiers quickly flocJc infrom every direction, crying) To war, to war, lead us on good King James, To death or to victory. Queen Mary— My good James, dost thou have to go ? King James— I can but bid thee a hasty farewell, Mnry, my wife, my queen, The Kings of Scotland doth ever lead their troops Into the thickest of the fight. Come all men here, your swords uplift, Swear to defend the honor of the King, And should I return no more, Swear to defend my wife and child, The infant Princess Mary, Who will reign the Queen of Sccotland.. Mary de Lorraine— - . Leave me not thus, I entreat you—Leave me not, my husband, my king. —55— The soldiers—{Lifting their arms.)We swear it upon the Cross, And upon Scotlands Holy Saint, St. Andrew.(Exit soldiers. The King then embraces his wife.) King James— Sweet Mary, the hour has struck for me to say fareweM, I have occasioned you, in past years. Some pangs of sorrow: Forgive King James— I go forth to meet Scotlands bitter foes. To conquer or to die:— If I do not come again sweet Mary, Teach our child that her father King James, the V, of Scotland, Did die fighting at his post, Doing his duty to his land and people:— Farewell my wife, my Queen, farewell. And do thou. Lady Geraldyne, Take good care of the Queen, And of our child, Scotlands heir— And if I come not again, console my Mary, For her gentle heart will suffer much. Lord Murray— Attend carefully the Kings commander, my Geraldyne, Give thy gre

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